One afternoon last week, I was sitting with a group of folks, chatting, when Bird wandered up. He'd had a nice day, playing with some of the other kids at Wisteria, and he was enjoying some time with a new grown-up friend, the fellow selling rough gems and beautifully crafted jewelry across the road from us.
Bird hugged my arm, sighed, and said "Mommy, you'll always be my woman."
Sweet.
That is quite a sentiment from one of his years...may it last and grow as he does!
ReplyDeleteFrom the mouths of babes...
ReplyDeleteMister Hermit, sir, I hope it does...he's a sweet little boy, and I hope he never outgrows the sweetness...
ReplyDeleteCygnus, they do speak such charming sentiments...